This is a song about "Call of duty advance warfare"

I find it kind of unfair that my niggas still in warfare

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Take a chance, my life will get better, ill advance

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

He was my brother to, playing call of duty with him at night way past two,

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Don't give a fuck imma psycho known in advance

But nah, he is quite different

Leave ya rancid, we advance and

Almost got us caught up in gang fuckin warfare,

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

This shit is a different type of warfare

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Like the first nintendo, the blinking red light

My advice advance in the shit you write,